Full of voices
My head breaks down
My head bursts in you
Full of gestures
My face breaks down
My face bursts in you

On some blue, light-green fields
On a long, leaking road
I confess there´s no course
That could lead me to you

Pictures of her
In those booklets
Crawling in my head
Trolleys, madness
Songs of coastguards
Can´t relieve my speed

On some blue, light-green fields
On a long, leaking road
I confess there´s no course
That could lead me to you